Lodore, by the author of 'Frankenstein'.A. and W. Galignani, 1835 - 396 стор. |
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... nights short , summer days swift in their progress . This dreamy kind of existence , added to the old - fashioned habits which a recluse who lives in a state of singleness is sure to acquire , made her singularly unlike the rest of the ...
... nights short , summer days swift in their progress . This dreamy kind of existence , added to the old - fashioned habits which a recluse who lives in a state of singleness is sure to acquire , made her singularly unlike the rest of the ...
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... night why he hesitated to begin . Whitelock was short and ill - made . His face was not of an agreeable cast : it was impossible to see him without being impressed with the idea that he was a man of talent ; but he was otherwise ...
... night why he hesitated to begin . Whitelock was short and ill - made . His face was not of an agreeable cast : it was impossible to see him without being impressed with the idea that he was a man of talent ; but he was otherwise ...
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... night , Ethel was cheerful , and her father , mastering the unquiet feelings which disturbed him , exerted himself to converse with her on such topics as would serve to introduce her most plea- santly to the new scenes which she was ...
... night , Ethel was cheerful , and her father , mastering the unquiet feelings which disturbed him , exerted himself to converse with her on such topics as would serve to introduce her most plea- santly to the new scenes which she was ...
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... night , or sat wailing by the banks of streams was he struck , he smiled and turned away ; he would not fag ; he never refused to learn , but could not ; he was the scoff , and butt , and victim , of the whole school . Fitzhenry stood ...
... night , or sat wailing by the banks of streams was he struck , he smiled and turned away ; he would not fag ; he never refused to learn , but could not ; he was the scoff , and butt , and victim , of the whole school . Fitzhenry stood ...
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... night ; I have far to walk , for the stage coachmen would be shy of me near Eton ; but I shall get to London on foot , and sleep to - morrow in my father's house . Keep up your heart , Derham , be a man — this shall not last long ; we ...
... night ; I have far to walk , for the stage coachmen would be shy of me near Eton ; but I shall get to London on foot , and sleep to - morrow in my father's house . Keep up your heart , Derham , be a man — this shall not last long ; we ...
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abode admiration affection appeared arrived asked BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER beauty became blessing calm carriage charm cheek cheerful child Clorinda Cornelia countenance dark daugh daughter dear dearest degra delight desire Edward Edward Villiers Egham endeavour England entered Ethel expression eyes fancied fate father fear feelings felt fortune gave Gayland gentle girl glad Gowy grew happiness heard heart hope Horatio husband idea Illinois imagination Italy kind knew Lady Lodore Lady Santerre letter liers lived Lodore's London Longfield looked Lord Lodore Lord Maristow mind miserable morning mother Naples nature never night once pain painted veil passed passion pleasure Pompeii possessed pride racter replied resolved Saville scarcely scene seemed sense smile society solitude sorrow soul spirit spoke strange sweet tears tenderness thing thought tion town Twickenham uncon Villiers voice wife wish woman words young youth
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Сторінка 256 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Сторінка 218 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Сторінка 369 - And, for my chance-acquaintance, ladies bright, Sons, mothers, maidens withering on the stalk. These all wear out of me, like forms, with chalk Painted on rich men's floors, for one feast-night.
Сторінка 239 - How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December's bareness everywhere! And yet this time removed was summer's time; The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widow'd wombs after their lords...
Сторінка 337 - We rest — a dream has power to poison sleep ; We rise — one wandering thought pollutes the day; We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep ; Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away : It is the same ! — for, be it joy or sorrow, The path of its departure still is free ; Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow ; Nought may endure but Mutability.
Сторінка 394 - ... deserved the reward which I have found, yet who but she, for whom you sacrificed so much, ought to be the first to thank you? And while we all try to show you an inexpressible gratitude, ought not I to be the first to see, first to kiss, first - always the first - to love you?
Сторінка 21 - ... honoured herself as a consecrated thing reserved for one worship alone. She was taught that no misfortune should penetrate her soul, except such as visited her affections, or her sense of right; and that, set apart from the vulgar uses of the world, she was connected with the mass only through another - that other, now her father and only friend hereafter, whosoever her heart might select as her guide and head. Fitzhenry drew his chief ideas from Milton's Eve, and adding to this the romance of...
Сторінка 211 - Ethel, infinitely surprised, examined her guest with more care. In a few minutes she began to wonder how she came to think him plain. His deep-set, darkgrey eyes struck her as expressive, if not handsome. His features were delicately moulded, and his fine forehead betokened depth of intellect; but the charm of his face was a kind of fitful, beamy, inconstant smile, which diffused incomparable sweetness over his physiognomy. His usual look was cold and abstracted - his eye speculated with an inward...
Сторінка 301 - Villiers sat, reading. His first emotion was shame when he saw Ethel enter. There was no accord between her spotless loveliness and his squalid prison-room. Any one who has seen a sunbeam suddenly enter and light up a scene of housewifely neglect, and vulgar discomfort, and felt how obtrusive it rendered all that might be half-forgotten in the shade, can picture how the simple elegance of Ethel displayed yet more distinctly to her husband the worse than beggarly scene in which she found him. His...
Сторінка 197 - Her inexperience, her youth, and the timidity of her disposition, prevented her from making any endeavour to break through the wall of unnatural separation raised between them. She could only lament. One sign, one word from Lady Lodore, would have been balm to her poor heart, and she would have met it with fervent gratitude. But she feared to offend. She had no hope that any advance would have been met by other than a disdainful repulse; and she shrunk from intruding herself on her unwilling parent....